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　　It was a January evening on our farm in rural Saskatchewan（萨斯喀彻温省）．Snow banks piled high 　　1　　 the door of the house, faintly（朦胧地, 模糊地）glowing in the moonlight．It's time to bed my nine-year-old son, Ryan．He was just 　　2　　 to himself as I stepped into his room,“I hope I can have my own 　　3　　．”And almost for two months, he kept 　　4　　 the same words．

　　　　5　　 most boys in Canada, Ryan liked to play Rocky, but the 　　6　　 rink was 24 miles away．There was no way he could play on this farm．I didn't 　　7　　 him for wanting an ice rink（溜冰场）of his own, but I worried his heart would be broken as his hope failed him 　　8　　 Ice rinks don't just appear out of thin air．

　　What could we do?“Our well doesn't have enough water to make rink．”my husband, Ken told me, shaking his head 　　9　　．“Besides, we don't have the 　　10　　 to build one．”So like Ryan, I could 　　11　　 hope the legend would happen．Please don't 　　12　　 him．

　　A few weeks went by and Ryan continued dreaming the day would draw in．　　13　　, the weather warmed up, unusual for that time of year．We enjoyed spending time 　　14　　, making snowman．But gradually the snow banks melted and flooded our yard．I looked outside．one day to find our garden had 　　15　　 a muddy pool．

　　That night a cold front moved in．The, wind howled．We tucked（蜷缩）ourselves beneath our quilts．The next 　　16　　 I was still groggy（头昏眼花的）when Ryan came running to me．“Mom, come look！”he shouted: He grabbed my 　　17　　 and pulled me outside．

　　There, in the garden, the pool of water had frozen 　　18　　 overnight－the perfect size of an ice rink．The only time in the 28 years that we've lived here 　　19　　 ever happened．Finally, Ryan's dream 　　20　　．

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